I bend books. Or used to.
My bookcase lives in another country now.
British ex-pat, lover of the food of my people. Lazy reader with a terrible attention span. Kindle user with no regrets.
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There are occasionally mentions of knitting and I will try to keep up with occasional theme weeks. To see what I have so far, check out the tag #theme.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
a review of The Sisters Brothers
[NO SPOILERS, don’t worry]
I’ve never read or been very interested in Westerns before, but this was recommended to me by a colleague. I probably won’t be in a rush to follow his suggestions in the future, but certainly willing to listen to them.
The book began brilliantly, the action and pace moved nicely and the plot unfolded perfectly. There was also a sort of undercurrent of something almost supernatural happening that was done really well.
At some point, though, I put the book down. When I picked it back up it seemed as though the writing had changed. Either it had become monotonous or slack. It might just have been the narration picking up the style of speech of the the character, but it was sometimes a bit of an effort to follow.
I did enjoy it again towards the end, but some things happened to quickly or without any explanation (such as the supernatural undercurrent). Something would happen and I’d have the impression it was really important, but it was never given depth or explained. Even the title is never really explored or exploited and I feel it could have been in some way.
I think it’s a good enough read and am contemplating buying my dad a copy (he loves Western stuff), but I wouldn’t really recommend it as a must read.
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Commence 5 day weekend!
I’ve been a bit slow with things between going home for a holiday, work, illness and injury, but now I’m going to try to get back on track!
I have a book or two to finish, shoulder support for my knitting, and a few writing projects :D
I can’t be the only one who thinks the opening narrative to Frankenstein should be called ‘Captain Robert Walton’s search for man-love which led him the cold seas of the North Pole’.
I know right? I read it over Easter and all I could think of was “gay”.
He’s like a teenage girl.
(Source: bookbending)
Brian Sibley’s postscript to Mary Poppins.
Just to inform you, P.L.Travers had an “Aunt Sass” (Christina Saraset), who was “a crisp, no-nonsense woman with a sharp tongue and a heart of gold”.
Her name seems a perfect match for her character.
Taken from Brian Sibley’s Mary Poppins postscript.
What was missing from books as you were growing up?
I want to set myself the task of writing a children’s story. And, while I want to include my cousins kids in the story, they’re sort of….already the sort of target audience the west seems to aim for. Caucasian, blonde, girly girls.
As a kid, I wanted more muddy, trousered, brunettes in books who weren’t all about the pink and didn’t WANT the dragon killed (he’d have made a much better friend/pet).
So it got me to thinking, what were and are children’s books missing? What character types did you yearn for? What topics should have been addressed? What sort of hobbies and interests were missing?
Ewok the Zombie Owl, made for my brother’s birthday.
Loose eye, removable brain and mould patches!
See him at DeviantArt and Ravelry
S’update!
So, last week was a blur.
I did a lot of knitting, experimenting with owls. I rewatched the Animals of Farthing Wood and slowly got through Jekyll and Hyde.
I’m supposed to be packing for my holiday back home in the UK. My brother’s birthday and CHOCOLATE Easter.
Anyway, next week in books
Fiction: The Sisters Brothers
Non Fiction: Operation Mincemeat
Audio: Rivers of London
Crafty
Baking: Because yeeeeey my oven! I miss it
Knitting: Sherlock Owl, Union Jack, Finishing a scarf
Cross-stich: Finding and buying materials
Oh and I failed the British quotes thing, didn’t I? Oops.
